Riot-Worsley - Hello Poetry

I'm being softly lifted off my feet A spring fling beckons my gripped teeth A lifetime seems slower during the day But at the night I'm reminded of the rippling waves I've timed it I have exactly 3 more years before I'm washed away

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Apr 2, 2017

Apr 2, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC

washed away

I'm being softly lifted off my feet A spring fling beckons my gripped teeth A lifetime seems slower during the day But at the night I'm reminded of the rippling waves I've timed it I have exactly 3 more years before I'm washed away

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I was hoping you would see me off I was hoping you would say goodbye I was hoping you would take the time To wish me luck before I took the sky I still have a bag that reads your name Just in case you wanna stop on by I was hoping you would see me off I was hoping you would be that guy I still write about you every time I want to think about the past I still see your face on the reasons and examples Exactly why love will never last You broke me I still put a band-aid on the wounds I still fear the day I tell the truth I still think about the day I packed my bags and left The day the sky revealed my father wasn't you Emotionally Though you tried with all your might And it might not be alright to bring you down But hold me Accountable I thought long and hard and now I know Sometimes the only father you have is in the sky But I was hoping you would see me off I was hoping you would say goodbye I was hoping you would say those words But I know you’ll never be that guy

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC

I was hoping

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*TAKE CHANCES TAKE THAT ANXIETY IN YOUR GUT AND LIGHT IT ON FIRE AND USE THAT FIRE USE IT TO SAY ***** YOU TO THE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT AND I LOVE YOU TO THE PEOPLE THAT DESERVE IT BE COURAGEOUS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JUMP OFF LEDGES AND START A REVOLUTION START A REVOLUTION INSIDE YOURSELF THAT YOU NEED TO FIGHT FOR WORK FOR NOBODY BUT THE PASSION THAT KEEPS YOU BREATHING OH AND IDENTIFY THAT PASSION THAT KEEPS YOU BREATHING LET IT BE THE DOOR YOU BUST OPEN LIKE YOU OPEN YOUR HEART AND FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE OPEN YOUR HEART BECAUSE WHEN YOU REALIZE NOBODY IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DOOR YOU'RE GOING TO NEED A KEY THAT KEY IS YOUR HEART THE DOOR OPENS WHEN YOU DO YOU DO YOU YOU BE WHOEVER YOU NEED TO BE WHENEVER YOU NEED TO BE IT IF YOU WANT TO BE MORE HONEST DON'T WAIT FOR THE RIGHT OPPORTUNITY TO COME CLEAN DO IT NOW IF YOU WANT TO SWITCH POLITICAL PARTIES DON'T WAIT UNTIL THE RALLY IS OVER DO IT NOW IF YOU WANT TO PRAY TO GOD FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE YOU WERE A CHILD DON'T WAIT TIL SUNDAY DO IT NOW START OVER OR CONTINUE WRITE NEW SONGS OR SING OLD ONES TAKE CHANCES THERE COULD BE A LIST OF A MILLION THINGS THAT WILL HOLD YOU BACK LIFE'S TOO SHORT TO BE ON THAT LIST TAKE CHANCES*

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC

Take chances

*TAKE CHANCES TAKE THAT ANXIETY IN YOUR GUT AND LIGHT IT ON FIRE AND USE THAT FIRE USE IT TO SAY ***** YOU TO THE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT AND I LOVE YOU TO THE PEOPLE THAT DESERVE IT BE COURAGEOUS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JUMP OFF LEDGES AND START A REVOLUTION START A REVOLUTION INSIDE YOURSELF THAT YOU NEED TO FIGHT FOR WORK FOR NOBODY BUT THE PASSION THAT KEEPS YOU BREATHING OH AND IDENTIFY THAT PASSION THAT KEEPS YOU BREATHING LET IT BE THE DOOR YOU BUST OPEN LIKE YOU OPEN YOUR HEART AND FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE OPEN YOUR HEART BECAUSE WHEN YOU REALIZE NOBODY IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DOOR YOU'RE GOING TO NEED A KEY THAT KEY IS YOUR HEART THE DOOR OPENS WHEN YOU DO YOU DO YOU YOU BE WHOEVER YOU NEED TO BE WHENEVER YOU NEED TO BE IT IF YOU WANT TO BE MORE HONEST DON'T WAIT FOR THE RIGHT OPPORTUNITY TO COME CLEAN DO IT NOW IF YOU WANT TO SWITCH POLITICAL PARTIES DON'T WAIT UNTIL THE RALLY IS OVER DO IT NOW IF YOU WANT TO PRAY TO GOD FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE YOU WERE A CHILD DON'T WAIT TIL SUNDAY DO IT NOW START OVER OR CONTINUE WRITE NEW SONGS OR SING OLD ONES TAKE CHANCES THERE COULD BE A LIST OF A MILLION THINGS THAT WILL HOLD YOU BACK LIFE'S TOO SHORT TO BE ON THAT LIST TAKE CHANCES*

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This is for the birds who take their time leaving cages Who use all the strength in their brains to take them places Who use all the strength in their beaks to cry out on their stages And declare peace on the birds on the rescue mission to save them This is for the birds who work alone Who type alone on their computers Give their life to social media users But are still strangers to the ones who live at home This is for the birds who shed a tear When that anniversary comes around each year Whether it be the last bottle you downed or the last blood stained floor you cleared The last blood stained soul, in the mirror you feared Even when all the birds around you ceased to cheer This is for the birds whose nest was burned down to the ground By the father who let a political party take him down But still sits and waits quietly til the coast is clear But still sits and waits in the fire while the rescue birds are here And maybe does it burn But maybe that’s how birds learn By waiting for the coast to be clear By being taught when to burn And it pains me to say but It’s pain that saves us when the soft and cushy world fails to give us what we’ve earned The exposition of the truth The key to the freedom birds so often chase after But this is for the birds who take their time leaving cages Who use all the weakness in their hearts to imagine places Who would rather stay in than be alive on a stage It’s really clear That maybe what you wanted was a little bit of control Because the nest burned down and you thought “What would happen if I go?” But the time to find out is right now Right here

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC

For the birds

This is for the birds who take their time leaving cages Who use all the strength in their brains to take them places Who use all the strength in their beaks to cry out on their stages And declare peace on the birds on the rescue mission to save them This is for the birds who work alone Who type alone on their computers Give their life to social media users But are still strangers to the ones who live at home This is for the birds who shed a tear When that anniversary comes around each year Whether it be the last bottle you downed or the last blood stained floor you cleared The last blood stained soul, in the mirror you feared Even when all the birds around you ceased to cheer This is for the birds whose nest was burned down to the ground By the father who let a political party take him down But still sits and waits quietly til the coast is clear But still sits and waits in the fire while the rescue birds are here And maybe does it burn But maybe that’s how birds learn By waiting for the coast to be clear By being taught when to burn And it pains me to say but It’s pain that saves us when the soft and cushy world fails to give us what we’ve earned The exposition of the truth The key to the freedom birds so often chase after But this is for the birds who take their time leaving cages Who use all the weakness in their hearts to imagine places Who would rather stay in than be alive on a stage It’s really clear That maybe what you wanted was a little bit of control Because the nest burned down and you thought “What would happen if I go?” But the time to find out is right now Right here

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I met a superhero once He was actually a dunce He tripped over all his words When he’d talk to me for once He was paranoid, insecure, always looking over his shoulder At first glance, you’d think he was agitated bolder But even though I didn’t understand what he was going through I stayed with him, to be a friend What else was I going to do And after being with him frequently I finally understand He was distant because the entire world was in his hands His only job is to save it twice a day He could never take off his disguise He’s a fragile state of mind depressed and anxious, with a side of fries And every time he flew away It’d make me want to cry Because nobody knows superman without the shiny cape And I know the person who’s just begging to escape I know the heart of glass Now in the ash because he dropped it in a flash But superman's kryptonite might actually be his past Don’t laugh I told him there was only one thing he could do Because I once was a superhero And maybe you were too The pain in his eyes was too much for him to hide I showed him the pieces of the heart that he dropped in the sky And surely he started to cry A superhero is strong and mighty Something everyone wants to be But sometimes the strongest superheroes Are the ones we do not see Sometimes superheroes are depression with a cape And to save the world we live in Superman has to take a break

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC

Superman

I met a superhero once He was actually a dunce He tripped over all his words When he’d talk to me for once He was paranoid, insecure, always looking over his shoulder At first glance, you’d think he was agitated bolder But even though I didn’t understand what he was going through I stayed with him, to be a friend What else was I going to do And after being with him frequently I finally understand He was distant because the entire world was in his hands His only job is to save it twice a day He could never take off his disguise He’s a fragile state of mind depressed and anxious, with a side of fries And every time he flew away It’d make me want to cry Because nobody knows superman without the shiny cape And I know the person who’s just begging to escape I know the heart of glass Now in the ash because he dropped it in a flash But superman's kryptonite might actually be his past Don’t laugh I told him there was only one thing he could do Because I once was a superhero And maybe you were too The pain in his eyes was too much for him to hide I showed him the pieces of the heart that he dropped in the sky And surely he started to cry A superhero is strong and mighty Something everyone wants to be But sometimes the strongest superheroes Are the ones we do not see Sometimes superheroes are depression with a cape And to save the world we live in Superman has to take a break

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*Learning to accept myself the way God created me that's my mission My priority*

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Jul 21, 2016

Jul 21, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC

Priority

*Learning to accept myself the way God created me that's my mission My priority*

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*I don't write about love as much as I want to One thing about me I don't sing about things that I can't do I'm human I know a million reasons to live under the sun It's a heartbeat And everybody has one*

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC

heartbeat

*I don't write about love as much as I want to One thing about me I don't sing about things that I can't do I'm human I know a million reasons to live under the sun It's a heartbeat And everybody has one*

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*He took me by surprise When i looked into his eyes I knew He would change my life But now he has changed it for the better And i don't know what to ******* do He Is Not A Crush I've never felt this way before So free So trapped Because we could never be what i want us to be but honestly ***** that Out of all the things i feel I feel love the most And oh my god i just wish he would get a little too close He Is Not A dream But god i wish he was because if he was it would be easier to let go he was a dream until i met him I've never met someone so special so unique as him somebody that I'd consider letting in He Is Not Unavailable We are in the same room In the same space In the same time In the same moment And I knew It was wrong because nobody has ever made me want to be 40 But ******* 40 looks good on you*

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC

He

*He took me by surprise When i looked into his eyes I knew He would change my life But now he has changed it for the better And i don't know what to ******* do He Is Not A Crush I've never felt this way before So free So trapped Because we could never be what i want us to be but honestly ***** that Out of all the things i feel I feel love the most And oh my god i just wish he would get a little too close He Is Not A dream But god i wish he was because if he was it would be easier to let go he was a dream until i met him I've never met someone so special so unique as him somebody that I'd consider letting in He Is Not Unavailable We are in the same room In the same space In the same time In the same moment And I knew It was wrong because nobody has ever made me want to be 40 But ******* 40 looks good on you*

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I wonder what would happen if i bleached my skin What kind of twisted world i would live in If one day i decided to do what the world demanded And strip my melanin I wonder what would happen if i burnt my hair to a crisp If barbie doll hair was on my birthday wishlist If one day i suddenly looked like Taylor swift The problem with this fowl dream Is that it’s forgetting one thing The thing in which i live and breath My sanity If one day i bleached my skin And society decided to let me in I would have tarnished God's creation For equality unnecessarily demanding humane unity And Maybe if i bleach my skin An officer wouldn’t shoot me But What should be happening is me taking a stand And saying it’s not him against me But us against the hatred that makes individuals choose me Single me out because of my skin Fearing me because i’m chock full of melanin Saying #allLivesMatter instead of #blackLivesMatter because if we let one house burn the rest of the town wins But at the bottom of this is was and always will be hatred And just because your side of the boat doesn’t have a hole doesn’t mean we’re not all sinking So i suggest you do something.

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Jul 14, 2016

Jul 14, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC

if i bleached my skin

I wonder what would happen if i bleached my skin What kind of twisted world i would live in If one day i decided to do what the world demanded And strip my melanin I wonder what would happen if i burnt my hair to a crisp If barbie doll hair was on my birthday wishlist If one day i suddenly looked like Taylor swift The problem with this fowl dream Is that it’s forgetting one thing The thing in which i live and breath My sanity If one day i bleached my skin And society decided to let me in I would have tarnished God's creation For equality unnecessarily demanding humane unity And Maybe if i bleach my skin An officer wouldn’t shoot me But What should be happening is me taking a stand And saying it’s not him against me But us against the hatred that makes individuals choose me Single me out because of my skin Fearing me because i’m chock full of melanin Saying #allLivesMatter instead of #blackLivesMatter because if we let one house burn the rest of the town wins But at the bottom of this is was and always will be hatred And just because your side of the boat doesn’t have a hole doesn’t mean we’re not all sinking So i suggest you do something.

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*Dilusional baracades I've said everything I've ever needed to say But it doesn't seem to be enough to go around rose thornes in our poisened heads stitched together with needle and thread we take our brains and dip them in lead it smells just fine to me Dimmed dreams and shiny things we thing about the lies we used to feed feed ourselves and our decorated bleeds Nothing is right Because once we all had fleed It was nothing but dimmed dreams and shiny things*

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC

dimmed dreams and shiny things

*Dilusional baracades I've said everything I've ever needed to say But it doesn't seem to be enough to go around rose thornes in our poisened heads stitched together with needle and thread we take our brains and dip them in lead it smells just fine to me Dimmed dreams and shiny things we thing about the lies we used to feed feed ourselves and our decorated bleeds Nothing is right Because once we all had fleed It was nothing but dimmed dreams and shiny things*

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